It is not growing like a treeIn bulk, doth make man better be,...Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:A lily of a dayIs fairer far in MayAlthough it fall and die that night;It was the plant and flower of light.In small proportions we just beauties see,And in short measures life may perfect be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Understand me: I wish to be a man from somewhere, a moan among men. You see, a slave, when he passes by, weary and surly, carrying... a heavy load, limping along and looking down at his feet, only at his feet to avoid falling down; he is in his town, like a leaf in greenery, like a tree in a forest, argos surrounds him, heavy and warm, full of herself; I want to be that slave, Electra, I want to pull the city around me and to roll myself up in it like a blanket. I will not leave.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly,nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the sea...t of thescornful.But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth hemeditate day and night.And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, thatbringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither;and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

And to your more bewitching, see the proud,Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,...Tempting the two too modest; canYe see it brustle like a swan,And you be coldTo meet it when it woos and seems to foldThe arms to hug you? Throw, throwYourselves into the mighty overflowOf that white pride, and drownThe night with you in floods of down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Zeb Calloway: This child's seen a heap of Injuns and most of this country. She's big and wild, colder than hell ... the Tetons sta...ndin' higher than the clouds. By beaver, there's nothin' prettier than the upper Missouri. She's wild and pretty like a virgin woman. But the prettiest part of it all belongs to her people--Blackfeet--proud Injuns. Ain't gonna let no white men spy on their country. Only thing they're feared of is a white man's sickness.Jim Deakins: What's that?Zeb: Grabs. White men don't see nothin' pretty lest they wants to grab it. The more they grab, the more they wanna grab. It's like a fever, and they can't get cured. The only thing for them to do is keep on grabbin' until everything belongs to white men and then start grabbin' from each other. Can't reckon Injuns got no reason to love nothin' white. By beaver, this child'd rather be in that Black Feet country than anywheres else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »